Lorraine Winters was born into a secretive death eater family. They were known for being spies for Voldemort and so far no one on the outside knew. She was the youngest to wear the dark mark on her arm, having gotten it when she was a year old. When...
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"Morning," Lorraine greeted with a smile as she approached the Gryffindor trio she loved dearly. Hermione grinned and clapped excitedly.
"Just the person I was waiting for! Why are you so late?" the Granger girl interrogated, squinting at Lorraine.
"Slept in," she answered. "Just a nightmare. Ron would know."
"Again?" Ron said with a sigh, rubbing his eyes. "Same thing?"
Lorraine nodded. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Nothing," Lorraine dismissed. "What has you so excited to see me?"
"'Mione's managed to convince me to teach a group of students defence against the dark arts," Harry answered with a deep sigh. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he, no doubt, regretted agreeing all over again. "You're one of them."
Lorraine's eyebrows raised and she let out a quiet sound of surprise. "Oh? That's exciting! Sure you'll be a hit with all of us, Harry," she beamed.
"Anyone would be a hit when Umbridge is teaching. Even Malfoy," Harry muttered.
"Come on, Harry. It'll be fine," Ron reassured the boy before turning to Lorraine. "We're about to head down to Hog's Head now."
She nodded and waited for him to finish scoffing down his food before she walked with the trio out of Hogwarts and towards Hogsmeade. It was snowing outside--something that the four had expected as they had worn warm clothing like gloves, scarves, and thick woolly clothing. It was safe to say that the snow was just above their ankles, too. Very thick and very cold.
Lorraine had only been to Hogsmeade once, which made her look forward to the trip even more as the thought of discovering more of the village excited her. She had been to Honeydukes only, which would've been sad from an outsider's perspective, but it had been alone. Now she was with friends. And Ron.
Whatever Ron was to her.
"Can we go to the Three Broomsticks after this?" Lorraine asked the group, to which Hermione and Harry took one subtle knowing look at each other before they wore matching frowns.
"Harry and I actually have something to do after this, but you and Ron go ahead," Hermione replied and Lorraine nodded with an understanding expression.
"W-What? What could you possibly need to do?" Ron sputtered, face flushing immediately. Hermione gave him one stern look and he quieted down, electing to stare at his feet as they continued to walk.
"If you don't want to, that's alright," Lorraine said, trying to mask her disappointment at his reaction. His gaze snapped to her and he shook his head wildly.
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